Fate

For when could I say that i believed I was such a treasured soul

 

Lucy Hamilton

 Princess of Ireland

When could I say that I believed

I was such a treasured soul

To give up the life you've conceived

for a chance at half not whole

 

Having tasted the nectar of life

who can say they would pass it on

For years full of trouble and strife

filled with all of what was, now gone

 

Life wasn't meant to cost so much

that you pay for your love in tears

I couldn't bear it to be such

that I cost you unhappy years

 

Many a night I looked up in awe

to the sweet sky above my head

Longing to be that star you saw

to hear the wistful things you said

 

So now I lie in wait for dawn

watching the stars all twinkle out

Dreaming of things that were, now gone

we never thought we’d live without

Author's Note

To Lucy Hamilton of Ireland. Brightest star in the Northern sky.

Reviews

[Seashell]

awesome Tate, makes one feel lucky to be alive n kicking.

thanks
Babs xx

[ICE]

Another wonderful piece of art!

[Mitch*Dandy]

Great poem once again you've done it

[deeps]

This is just so wonderful and ever beuatiful.
This is amazing Tate. I like this alot.
Very well written as well

[Samuel Dickens]

As is the norm for me when reading poetry, my desire to fully understand the content goes somewhat unfulfilled. The main message I percieve is one of sacrifice and wondering if it's all worth it. As for imagination being better than reality, I'm not sure I agree. Personally, I need both of them, and try to keep the dividing line fluid and permeable. Fine writing as always.

[R J Askew]

I find you author's note most appealing. Reality being, sooo, disappointing. I was looking at human bodies in my little city today and, it has to be said, I did not see one out of the hundreds I looked at that had any appeal. I saw a huge amount of ugliness though, that is certain. Now let's imagine I cld have seen the thoughts of those hundreds of people...or their souls... What would I have seen then? Ach, I think I wld rather have an imagination failure as the prospect of all that hideous ugliness wld be too much. And I live in one small city. I was so shocked I had to go on a long solitary bike ride to remove myself from my species. I am sure I was not missed.